Yu Yuanzhen's voice still maintained the composure befitting a sect leader.
Only...
Everyone present was utterly astonished!
A few words were enough to force Blue Lightning to expel that master from their ranks?!
As soon as Yu Yuanzhen said this, the atmosphere in the hall, which had just regained some warmth, instantly plummeted to freezing point again.
Clean house.
How heavy those four words are!
He took a deep breath, turned around, and grabbed Yu Xiaogang's arm.
"Xiao Gang, come with me and kowtow to His Majesty the Blue Silver King to admit your mistake!"
His voice was suppressed.
Yu Xiaogang, however, seemed not to hear him and continued to stick his neck out.
He looked at his patriarch, his...father, in disbelief.
"I don't!"
"I did nothing wrong, why should I apologize?"
"Every word I say is for the future of the mainland!"
Yu Yuanzhen's arms were trembling; he was so angry at this idiot that he almost vomited blood.
He subconsciously looked up at the high throne.
Tang Qing, seated on the throne, remained calm.
But a faint, ambiguous smile played at the corners of his lips.
That gaze was indifferent, like a god looking down on a farcical spectacle.
That's the look in my eyes!
Yu Yuanzhen shuddered, a chill running from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
He understood.
Today, if we cannot give this new king a satisfactory explanation...
The Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan is in grave danger!
He abruptly released his grip on Yu Xiaogang's hand.
On that old face, all the struggle, anger, and reluctance vanished at that moment, replaced by resolute determination.
He turned around again to face Tang Qing, this time with his back ramrod straight.
He spoke each word in a loud, almost declarative voice.
"From this day forward, Yu Xiaogang is no longer a member of my Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan!"
"All his words and actions have nothing to do with our sect!"
"Life and death are left to fate!"
boom!
The crowd erupted in cheers!
"Expelled from the sect? Really expelled from the sect?"
"My God! Yu Xiaogang, he's Yu Yuanzhen's own son!"
"Just like that... I've been abandoned?"
Whispers spread like wildfire, and everyone's face was filled with shock.
In the corner, Tang Hao's hand, holding the wine pot, froze in mid-air.
He looked at Tang Qing on the throne, his cloudy eyes suddenly flashing with a sharp light.
What a magnificent Blue Silver King!
What a domineering tactic!
With just a word and a glance, Yu Yuanzhen, a titled Douluo, was forced to publicly announce that he was severing ties with his own son.
Yu Xiaogang was completely stunned after being expelled from the sect.
He stared blankly at Yu Yuanzhen's retreating figure, his lips trembling, but he couldn't utter a single word.
But soon, a feeling of betrayal and a sense of mission to uphold justice once again took hold of his heart.
He suddenly straightened his back, as if to transform all the humiliation into strength.
"Excellent! Well done, Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Clan!"
He roared at Yu Yuanzhen's retreating figure.
"Even if you expel me from the sect, I will still speak out!"
"Tyranny will perish!"
"Justice can never be eradicated!"
"court death!"
A sharp rebuke, laced with chilling killing intent.
Zhu Zhuqing could no longer hold back.
The king gave him a chance, and gave Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex a chance.
This fool, however, repeatedly challenged the king's bottom line.
She took a step forward, her shapely figure accentuated by the tight black dress, her long, straight legs swinging swiftly as she moved forward.
At this moment, her exquisite face was covered with frost.
"Someone come here!"
Slap him!
"Heh, this kind of trash doesn't need anyone else to lift a finger."
A sinister laugh rang out.
From the crowd, an old man dressed in a green robe and with a full head of green hair slowly walked out.
It was none other than Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo.
He had long disliked this self-important "master".
He talks about theories all day long, but he's a useless piece of trash who can't even kill a chicken.
To dare to spout such nonsense at the king's banquet is like lighting a lamp in a latrine—it's courting death.
He walked step by step toward Yu Xiaogang, a cruel light flashing in his emerald eyes.
Looking at the old man who exuded an ominous aura, Yu Xiaogang finally felt afraid.
He instinctively took two steps back.
"What...what do you want to do?"
"Do you intend to commit violence in broad daylight?"
"Blue Silver King! Is this how you treat your guests?!"
Dugu Bo was too lazy to waste words with him.
He flashed and appeared in front of Yu Xiaogang like a ghost.
"Smack!"
A crisp, resounding slap echoed throughout the entire hall.
Yu Xiaogang was spun around three times by the force before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
He felt half of his face go numb, and his head was buzzing.
He covered his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
A white tooth was mixed in with the blood.
"My...my teeth..."
Yu Xiaogang's eyes instantly turned red.
He struggled to his feet, pointed at Tang Qing on the throne, and roared at the top of his lungs.
"Tang Qing! You're too domineering!"
"You're silencing all dissent!"
"you..."
He was met with another slap from Dugu Bo.
"Smack!"
This slap was even harder than the one before.
Yu Xiaogang was sent flying by the slap, sliding several meters across the smooth floor before crashing into a pillar and coming to a stop.
"You condoned your subordinates' violence..."
"Smack!"
"This is the behavior of a tyrant..."
"Smack!"
"If you've got the guts, then kill me..."
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Dugu Bo slapped with both hands, the sound of his hands echoing like a dense drumbeat throughout the hall.
Every question Yu Xiaogang posed was met with a resounding slap.
Gradually, only the crisp sound of slapping and Yu Xiaogang's faint sobs remained in the main hall.
Everyone fell silent.
They looked at Yu Xiaogang, who had been whipped beyond recognition, and felt a chill run down their spines.
This is... making an example of someone!
Using Yu Xiaogang as a warning, he also warned those who were not present.
Obey, or perish.
There is no third way.
"What an overbearing Blue Silver King."
Someone in the crowd sighed softly.
"From today onwards, I'm afraid no one will dare to defy his will."
"Those forces that didn't come are probably going to be in big trouble."
"No way?"
Someone nearby immediately raised a question.
"Look, the Haotian Sect didn't come either, did they?"
"That's the number one weapon spirit sect on the continent, the undisputed number one sect in the world!"
"No matter how domineering the Blue Silver King is, he wouldn't offend the Clear Sky Sect over something like this, would he?"
"That's right, the Haotian Sect has a profound foundation and many powerful experts, which is far superior to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."
Tang Hao, sitting in the corner, listened to the surrounding discussions, and unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth slightly, proudly holding his head high.
That's right.
The Haotian Sect is an insurmountable mountain in the hearts of all Soul Masters.
Every disciple of the Haotian Sect takes pride in their sect.
All Soul Masters in the world dream of owning a Clear Sky Hammer.
No matter how strong Tang Qing is, can he be stronger than the entire Haotian Sect?
The slapping stopped after a short while.
Yu Xiaogang lay sprawled on the ground, his face swollen like a pig's head, blood dripping from his nose and mouth. He looked utterly pathetic, a complete clown.
Just then.
Tang Qing, who was on the throne, slowly stood up.
His upright posture and simple act of standing up carried an unparalleled sense of oppression, causing everyone to hold their breath.
He looked down at the people in the palace, his gaze finally settling on the dying figure on the ground.
"Yu Xiaogang".
"Others fear Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall, and they fear your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, but I am not afraid."
He paused, looked around the room, and spoke slowly and deliberately.
"I am here."
"The sky can't be turned upside down!"
His merits and demerits, right and wrong, will be judged by future generations.
He is not Tang San; he cannot preach benevolence and morality on one hand while engaging in treacherous and ruthless acts on the other.
His logic is very simple.
If you insult me, I'll hit you.
We'll beat you until you submit, beat you until you're afraid.
Tang Qing's gaze returned to Yu Xiaogang.
"The slap I gave you just now was to teach you a lesson."
A king cannot be insulted.
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